Chapter 4 [Volume 1: The Blood Sacrifice of the Nation, My Rizhi Incident War Records]

【Second Section】 Finally going to the front line! On September 20th, starting from Duliu Town at 6:00 a.m., my squadron started to move forward, and was responsible for supervising the large suitcases of the brigade.A group of soldiers who met to die tomorrow raised dust, hurried across the endless plain, and rushed towards the line of fire. The luggage of the divisions went upriver by boat, and the outdated horses were abandoned one by one, and the luggage on the horses was moved to the back of another horse or to other vehicles.The strong horses were advancing with heavier and heavier burdens, while the outdated horses could only droop their heads in the scorching earth smoke, watching the soldiers pass by them with sad eyes.Their silence makes people feel how sad the backwardness of animals is, and it surpasses the backwardness of human beings and the death of human beings.What a lot of pain, what a lot of hard work, they don't say a word of complaint, they keep going until they are exhausted until they fall down.When they fall, they are dead.Because they don't complain or lament, tears of love and compassion moisten our eyes.Behind them are hungry wild dogs grinding their teeth.

The scorching sun relentlessly shone on the earth, almost burning everything on the ground. The sweaty group of people gasped and gasped, enduring the pain, flowing like a river. Wangsi Township is a large village, but it has been horribly damaged by bombing and shelling.The road is almost blocked by destroyed houses and bricks, and only one church with high walls around it remains intact.There is a white-haired pastor in the church. It is clear at a glance how much the pastor is respected by the villagers and how much power he has over the villagers.There are many Chinese people in the church, just like the Lord, with a dignified and dignified attitude.The tall white-haired foreigner strolled leisurely in the garden, like someone who doesn't know what fighting is. Although he doesn't know how many political skills he has hidden in his chest, he does have the temperament of a person who serves the gods at first sight.In a row of slender houses on the left side of the entrance, Chinese people are selling sugar.

Thirty cents a bag.We were surprised that Japanese money (Korean banknotes) was used in such a place, and finally realized the value of Japanese currency.The soldiers said that 30 yuan a bag of sugar was too expensive, and they bargained for a price, but due to the language barrier, the negotiation failed.Many soldiers gathered in a rush to buy sugar, and some of them took advantage of the confusion to steal.Whenever this happens, Pastor Yang reminds these soldiers to pay attention.There are also shameless soldiers. Dinner is three chickens.It was delicious, I have never had such a delicious dinner in my memory.

We talked about today and tomorrow, and had a leisurely dinner when gunshots rang out everywhere, and we realized we were near a battlefield. At around eight o'clock, an order came suddenly, let us prepare our guns and bullets and assemble as soon as possible.Noguchi was left to take care of the room, and we all gathered at the squadron headquarters. The squadron immediately marched towards the church.The first team surrounded the church to prevent escapees, and the third team conducted an internal search. Something happened, and it was a big one for us first-time combatants.We must catch the criminal for revenge!

At around 6:30 in the evening, three heavy soldiers fed water to their beloved horses.After fetching water, when they passed the narrow road they must pass on the way back, they never dreamed that death was waiting for them on that road.Two locals came up ahead.The locals smiled and passed them by bowing their heads courteously.The supply soldiers were unsuspectingly happy that he walked over while talking.At this time, suddenly there was a pistol shot behind him, and a heavy soldier fell down.Then, the second shot, another fell.The other was hugged by a plainclothes team dressed as locals and stabbed through his right lung with a short knife.The hideous plainclothes team fled immediately, and only the water prepared to feed the horses and the blood of the first sacrifice of the Ono troops flowed on the narrow and dark road.

Therefore, we have to search for the prisoner desperately. The closed door of the Catholic Church did not open. The interpreter yelled loudly. After a while, the door opened quietly like a wandering spirit, and the tall priest in black stood there quietly.The translator and the pastor disappeared through the door together. Will the translator be assassinated again in this dark church, or will he be stabbed again by the plainclothes team in the long corridor of the church?We all admired the guts of the interpreter who broke in bravely despite being worried.Captain Moriyama ordered to rush in.Three of us, Lieutenant Nishimoto and one other, entered the dark church, and first searched the room on the left side of the door where sugar was sold during the day.

We shouted with flashlights: Come out!The Chinese stayed huddled in the dark room.We got the found guy to put his hands up, put the gunbone into his back and go out the door.One hundred and twenty-six people were found in the elongated room.We pointed guns at them and searched everyone.I checked a few people and picked up the bamboo stick of one of them.The bamboo stick rattled, and I guessed there was something hidden between the bamboo joints.When he was about to search, the man suddenly took the bamboo stick, took out a long and thin bottle from it, and smashed it on the ground.I felt suspicious immediately, and immediately picked up the broken pieces of broken glass for him to lick.I figured it might be some kind of poison.He didn't care at all, he was smug, or he licked it as if he liked it very much.The translator asked him what it was, and he said it was lotion.

However, it is impossible for a dirty man like him to put lotion in that kind of thin tube and bamboo stick. It can be clearly judged that it is not lotion.However, we couldn't tell what else it was, but seeing him licking that thing indifferently, we released him with confidence.Not one was found among them who could be shot.Perhaps there was, but we did not find that women and children took refuge in the house opposite the church. At the request of the foreign priest, it was decided that the house should be searched only by officers.Except for some terrified women, no suspicious person was found there. The only harvest that night was that First Class Nishimoto was bitten by a scorpion while walking outside the church with his hand touching the wall.

It can't help but make people feel that the stakes of the war with gunfire are being hammered down one by one in the dark. On the 21st, at six o'clock in the morning, we left Wang Sizhen. Another march in windless heat. While fighting the enemy, we must also fight against nature.Backpacks mercilessly strangled our shoulders.The hand holding the gun was numb due to poor blood circulation, and we had to keep switching hands to hold the gun. Each fifteen-minute break was like a meal when we were hungry. The hateful sun ruthlessly shines on the earth, as if it is specially against us.

This luminous sun has long been regarded as a goddess of love. She feeds all things, gives us day and night, allows us to move and rest, and moves from the infinite past to the eternal future.Everything in the world has given her the greatest respect and gratitude, but for us today, she can only be the cruelest existence. The overgrown weeds on both sides of the road, the sorghum that blocks the wind, the endlessly stretched land, the unshady, dusty, dilapidated and scorching road that runs madly towards infinity, and the packs of wild dogs , The rotten and smelly corpses of Chinese soldiers, the swollen corpses of military horses that drank a bellyful of water, and the wild dogs that greedily devoured those corpses like hungry ghosts and wild wolves, none of them made people feel comfortable.

When I saw the swollen corpse of the Chinese soldier being eaten by wild dogs, I thought: I don't want to die!I don't want to die!For wild dogs, the dead bodies of Chinese soldiers are the best food, and so are our dead bodies!Still don't want to die! The strong hand I hold the gun, the leg that taps the ground to walk, the gentle heart that can miss my loved ones, the brain that can describe my hometown, my parents, and my brother. Will all these become the blood and flesh of wild dogs?When I thought that everything about me would become a part of the wild dog's blood and flesh, and then become the driving force behind the wild dog's frantic and greedy pursuit of the next goal, I couldn't help but fall into endless distress. The sound of gallant guns approached. That sound is war! That sound is killing! In the evening, we finally arrived at Taomatou.On the Ziya River that flows through Taomatou, there is blood floating.It is said that the captain and standard bearer of the 33rd Regiment became the target of enemy bullets when they were about to land.It was the 9th Regiment and the 30th Brigade who were fighting with their bodies immersed in the waist-deep mud.Our brigade was ordered to deliver ammunition to these troops on the front line.My detachment was ordered to guard the brigade headquarters.In the courtyard of the civilian house used as the temporary headquarters of the brigade, the radio transmitter was working endlessly.Soldiers with receivers in their ears are recording the incoming telegrams with pens.The soldiers next to them were desperately turning the hand-cranked generator, conveying orders, receiving the battle report, and the interpreter staff boarded the collapsed roof, looking through the binoculars.Senior officers were bustling in and out.On the wide river square, friendly planes flew at low altitudes to communicate with ground troops. In this small and pitiful Taomatou village, there is only an old couple in their seventies who can hardly even walk.They probably didn't expect to see such a miserable scene at such an old age.Pitiful!When the 33rd Regiment and the 38th Regiment were attacking at night, they praised each other for their tenacity!Really tenacious, killing each other while killing each other, resulting in many wounded.Moreover, a squadron of the 33rd Regiment, due to communication problems, was baptized by bombs from friendly planes and suffered great losses. This shows relentlessly how important communications are on the battlefield. In war, too, there is this needless death by accidental misfortune. On the 22nd we started marching again in the heat.The road and the Ziya River extend to the distant horizon together.The appalling corpses of Chinese soldiers lay scattered on the river bank, and the stench from those corpses disgusted those of us who were not familiar with the battlefield. People who feel disgusted at the sight of dead bodies are not soldiers on the battlefield.If you have a sense of cleanliness and cleanliness, you cannot be a soldier on the line of fire.People who have the idea of ​​washing their face when they wake up in the morning and washing their hands after going to the toilet cannot be soldiers on the front line of fire. The soldiers on the front line should be able to grab the bowls and chopsticks and eat with the hands that have just been to the toilet. Field soldiers are going back to the wild! On the sandy land of rivers and rivers, the luggage team was marching, and the army horses kept moving forward in the hot sand and dust.About one mile forward, there was a sand mining area, from where we took a boat of water soldiers and went upstream along the Ziya River. There are three brand new tombstones. It must have been yesterday or the day before yesterday, and there were two bodies lying on stretchers waiting to be cremated.The comrades-in-arms dug a two-meter-wide and four-meter-long earth pit beside them, and piled up wooden sticks.They kept the hair and personal belongings of the deceased as relics.A lot of logs were placed in the pit, and the corpses in blood-stained military uniforms were placed on them, and some logs were placed on top of the corpses, like a hill. Accompanied by the chanting of monks accompanying the army, the comrades in arms could not restrain the sobs of mourning, which hit our hearts sadly. Everything they did in the past is for today's fight.They have lived to this day to fight to the death.And, they served their purpose. The fire was lit.Ai-, just like this, the person who can never come back ascended to heaven in the holy fire.Majestic excitement gnawed at the hearts of men.Today they are tomorrow's us. Compared with the corpses of the Chinese soldiers, how solemnly the corpses of the Japanese soldiers were treated. The corpses of the Japanese soldiers ascended to heaven in the sacred fire amidst the monks chanting sutras and the mourning tears of their comrades-in-arms. In the face of their bravery to die, people offer the greatest respect and thanks, and they will ascend to heaven with a smile. Who would not be satisfied with such a grand funeral full of true feelings? It is not a pity to die.It is not a pity to die. The emotion I got from the corpse of the Chinese soldier changed. Death is meaningful. There are five desolate tombstones standing in the wilds of China and the north of China.They are the eternal sentinels, the eternal sentinels of honor.They are here to be eternal sentinels for the motherland. Aren't my nostalgia for what happens after death real? If it makes sense to die for the country we love, why should we worry about our own dead bodies?Isn't it lack of consciousness to make this a problem?Is our faith still not enough?Requiring so much trouble and time is tantamount to reducing combat effectiveness. Should we cut our combat power in anticipation of such grand treatment? The water filter pumps clean water from deep in the ground.For us who have not drank a sip of raw water since we landed on the mainland, how rare this water is, because we thought that we might not be able to drink a sip of water as beautiful as morning dew until we die.I drank a full belly of water like a dry sponge, only to feel that the clear water seemed to be able to wash away my exhausted heart.I let my most beloved lover's water bottle also drink to the full, and the lover's weight will keep giving me strength and courage. Large and small ships swelled, and the Showa Hachiman fleet, composed of more than 1,000 people from the first brigade, set off on the turbid Ziya River. On the vast expanse of land, the only river flows leisurely.Except for weeds, sparse trees, and sorghum, the surrounding area is vast, and there is nothing protruding in sight. The sky was still high and blue, without a cloud, and the end of the sky fell on the earth.The torrent swallowed the rock.Strange rocks and rocks and a different kind of magnificent scenery are presented in front of our eyes.Being in this landscape, we don't feel like we are on the battlefield, but rather like a luxurious continental trip, a magnificent romantic trip.Reality lies outside our awareness. The blue sky is infinitely deep and vast, and the earth is infinitely distant and vast.In this majestic nature, what we do seems so boring and insignificant. No matter how great human actions are, they are nothing in front of nature.Nature is a truly big embrace, which embraces all nations that are in conflict with each other.Compared with the broad mind of nature, how stingy and insignificant are the bloody struggles between nations? The nature that can't see the end no matter how many days you run or fly, seems to be mocking the narrow struggles between nations. Peoples have deliberately committed bloody tragedies over mere fractions of nature. Alas, how insignificant and insignificant human behavior is The sound of the engine came and disappeared. After running for about two hours, he saw soldiers in a civilian house on the right bank.As soon as I saw the soldiers, my thoughts flew back to reality.They are soldiers of the thirty-eighth regiment.Since there seem to be remnants of the enemy in the villages on the right bank, they want us to stay and sweep.As a result, the ship immediately docked on the right bank and began to sweep. Just like a tortoise in a carapace, the thick earthen wall for external defense and the solid door without gaps do not allow anyone to enter.The walls of those houses were one or two feet thick, none of the windows opened outwards, and the roofs were also made of rammed earth.It is impossible to enter without breaking the door which is nearly two inches thick.While we were arguing about how to get in, the residents or remnants of the house had fled through the back door.Two old men who were estimated to be over sixty years old were brought over.The translators asked many questions, and they were beaten and kicked. They were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground, as if they had lost half of their consciousness before being killed.We smiled and looked at these two poor old people, just like naughty children teasing two insects.They trembled in the abyss of fear. They were terrified and bewildered by this sudden and worst misfortune. A corporal drew out his saber and chopped it down! The other old man fell on the ground trembling all over.Rather than lying on the ground, it is better to say lying on the ground.His two hands pawed at the ground, its horror can be imagined. He too was desperate.The pistol went off.The blood of the two old men flowed on the ground. There were shouts from upstream, and two naked youths of four or five and twenty jumped into the river, swimming desperately to escape.There was the sound of gunfire behind them, and the bullets shot around them, causing a burst of water. The two youths swam desperately towards the opposite bank, diving into the water for a while and then surfacing again.Countless bullets chased them, but none hit.I also shot. It was the first time in my life that I fired a killing bullet. But somehow my will did command me to kill them, and to fire the bullet.But while shooting like this, another thought emerged, and my emotions ordered me not to kill.I am puzzled. I don't know why emotion commands me not to kill.Am I scared?But I am not afraid of foreign enemies.Because none of the enemy's bullets flew over, I was surrounded by friendly troops, and the two enemies who were shot were running away without resistance. Why, in this non-dangerous state, do my emotions forbid me to kill, while my will perfectly understands that they should be killed and commands me to kill them? Could it be that I, who was going to kill for the first time in my life, felt the fate of the causal cycle brought about by killing the enemy?I feel this invisible terror?Amidst this hesitation, the first bullet was fired suddenly, as if on purpose.The second round appeared to be on aim.I think the third and fourth rounds were pretty accurate.However, it missed, and then I thought that no matter how much I shot while I was hesitating, I would never hit it.So, I stopped shooting.The other soldiers shot fiercely, but missed a single shot.Seeing that the two escaped young men were about to reach the opposite bank and escape. I forgot about my own business, slightly angry.What a bunch of inaccurate shooters!So, I shoot again.Just as the two young men were on the opposite bank, one of them fell into the river like a stone.My bullet exactly killed the young man.Another young man climbed up to the opposite bank.However, the other side of the river without a stone is full of mud, which seems to suck his feet and refuse to let his feet move freely, he can't run, and when he runs desperately but very slowly, someone shoots the bullet passed through his body.He threw his desperate body on the mud on the river bank and fell down. The boat set off again.We found that we were hungry and chewed on the compressed biscuits. In front of me was the military doctor Captain, who also took out compressed biscuits. I took out a small handful of precious granulated sugar and handed it to the captain. The military doctor laughed happily at this unexpected delicacy. The precious sugar was specially given to the military doctor because I hope that if I get injured, he can treat me earlier. I have not washed away this base selfishness.This is a shameful act!This kind of flattery is not what a man should do!I am ashamed of such an act of meanness, and I turn away. As twilight falls, the team must move on.The medic said: I don't know where the captain intends to go.Only a single brigade is advancing, so brave.But there was a sense of terror in the military doctor's words. He probably wanted to say, what would happen to us if we were surrounded by the enemy! I know military doctors are timid. The boat finally approached a river bank, tents were quickly set up on the bank, and the camping began.I don't understand why tents should be set up. What should I do if I encounter an enemy plane attack?I am puzzled by this. We don't know where we are in China, we can only say that it is somewhere in China. The weeds were shivering, and the cold was getting worse as the night progressed.In a place where nothing is known, in front of the enemy's eyes.dark world.I feel a certain uneasiness.Due to the ban on picnics, there was a constant crackling of crackers in the dark.No one spoke, and the sound of the flowing river was not heard, only the footsteps of sentries walking on the grass gently crawling towards the pillow.It is a world of silence and darkness. The night was swallowed by the sun, the sky gradually turned white, and the world woke up at dawn, and we started to move forward.The boat has withdrawn to Peach Horse Head.Walk on the slopes along the embankment to avoid being spotted by the enemy.My left ankle hurts from walking, but, keep going. Every village is overgrown with summer plums, but eating them is forbidden by order, so we cannot satisfy our appetites. At this time, we arrived at a village.Private First Class Okuyama ate Xia Mei against the law. He is a kind person. He has been in the army for two years, and he is often targeted by the squadron leader, who thinks he is a difficult guy to train.Seeing him eating Xia Mei, Warrant Officer Uchiyama beat him up. This warrant officer is not a bad person. He reprimanded the soldiers severely in front of the squadron leader. He wanted to show that he was disciplined in front of the twenty-five-year-old squadron leader, but we don't think so.This is a battlefield, don't talk about tomorrow, even today's life is not known if it can be saved.There are other ways besides hitting people.Of course, hygiene must be paid attention to, but how can the fruit on the tree be dangerous?There is no danger of being soaked in poison. It is fresh and can be used as food to fill an empty stomach that has not eaten breakfast.The boss's thoughts are too worrying. What a soft, peaceful landscape it is.Quiet green swamps, lush trees, blue sky, houses with wide courtyards, quiet land, a world without a trace of noise, and chickens pecking happily.Where is there any war!Where is the terrible brutal slaughter! Why must this heaven be made into a miserable, troubled world? The god of peace can walk with the god of war. Is the peace disturbed in order to keep it? Is this smoothness a small part, or is it just a superficial phenomenon? At this time, we were ordered to cook in the village as soon as possible, and we caught the chicken and roasted it and ate it. As soon as breakfast was over, we started to move forward again.Nearly twelve o'clock, there was a sudden whistle of bullets: there are enemies! The attack began immediately.Our third squadron is the vanguard, leading the charge.Strangely, the enemy's bullets stopped suddenly after flying only a few rounds.The third team I was in guarded the left side of the embankment and advanced.Although it was a fight, he couldn't fight when he was hungry, so he ate Xia Mei.After advancing two to three hundred meters, the enemy was nowhere to be seen, so we rested on the embankment. The third team disperses and advances! We received this order and spread out towards the sorghum field with empty stomachs.As soon as the enemy saw us, they fired countless bullets at us. There was no sound of shooting, only the sound of bullets passing through the air flew past our ears.It was the first time in my life that I was shot by an enemy bullet.We lie tightly on the ground. Scattered soldiers fell on the ground sparsely, and enemy bullets flew overhead with a deafening sound. For some reason, I didn't feel the slightest bit of terror, I didn't feel the slightest bit of uneasiness, and I didn't feel too nervous either.I judged the height of the bullet. As long as we lie down, we will be safe and bullets will not hit us. Although it was the first time I encountered such a scene in my life, I don't know why I didn't feel horrible. Is this because although I know that bullets will kill people, but because I haven't had any tragic experiences in the past, Is it because I haven't really experienced the cruelty of bullets emotionally?Or was it because the scene encountered at first was not cruel enough and tragic? Some people say: No matter how heavy the backpack is, if a bullet flies, you will forget the weight of the backpack.Whether the backpack is on the back or not can hardly be felt without touching it with hands.But I still feel the weight of the pack, the hunger in my stomach, and the exhaustion of my body.I turned over and lay down, looking at the blue sky.Enemy bullets were still flying three or four feet above me. I light a cigarette.My active comrade Komazawa slowly crawled towards me, stretched out his hand and said: Let me take a breath too.I suddenly thought, if I don’t do it well, I might die, and this cigarette might be the last one.So, I lit another one. Let it go wherever you go, this kind of brazen thought is entrenched in my heart. Time passed without being able to move on.I still just lay there blindly. I took out the notebook in my arms and wrote: September 22nd at 2:10 pm. Now, the enemy's bullets are coming densely, I don't care.I don't feel scared at all.The backpack is very heavy, and it seems that the body will not be able to hold on. Being attacked like this, it seems that he will be killed by the enemy.The bullets flew over my head like flashes of light, and I was writing while looking at the blue sky.Let the bullets fly, I want to rest like this for a while.The body is already too tired. Fatigue is harder to bear than enemy bullets.A frightening wind blows through my body.Komazawa asked me for cigarettes, and the bullets went high and far.If I stand up, I will probably be hit. Thinking of this, I feel a little guilty again.Impossible to advance due to heavy enemy fire.We did not advance again until the covering fire of heavy machine guns and infantry guns began.Brother Fujiwara Heitaro!If I die, please take care of mother!Go forward fifty meters!When the enemy's shooting was interrupted, an order was issued from above.Fifty meters ahead is the potato field.I pulled out my waist knife and dug a potato and gnawed it.The enemy's bullets did not come at all.Therefore, the brigade decided to gather on the road 100 meters ahead.Crossing the yam field and advancing to twenty meters from the road, two or three more enemy bullets flew unexpectedly.And enemies!Intuition told us that we had been lying on the ground, and the captain who was already on the road also jumped into the ditch reflexively.The team was gathering, and now it was about to disperse, but the soldiers gathered together and lay down on the ground.Seconds later, bullets rained over our heads.The bullets hit fiercely, lower than before, and the bullets fired by the enemy at close range were accurate.We thought they had escaped, but we didn't expect to fall into their tricks. There are cotton fields.We crouched under the cotton stalks.The bullets smoked and fell five or six meters behind them, and everyone tried to stay as low as possible and cling to the ground.The helmet was almost eaten into the mud.Squadron leader Moriyama, like the soldiers, did not want to scout the situation.The bullets were fired from the embankment ahead, and the enemy might be hiding in the grass, but they couldn't be seen.I smoked a cigarette.Captain Araki also lit a cigarette with my match.The soldier next to me asked me to suck him up.I looked back to the left. Lieutenant Jiang Dao and Lieutenant Xinxiang stood on the ground with one leg and looked around with binoculars. Second Lieutenant Ejima was roaring: Enemy bullets missed at all, shoot hard! The infantry artillery roared.one shot, two shots Second Lieutenant Ejima is amazing.From here, Yili admires the second lieutenant.When standing up and being sure to get hit, I simply don't have the heart of Second Lieutenant Ejima. Our squadron leader is still lying on the ground like us. The infantry guns kept firing.When I finished smoking two cigarettes leisurely, the enemy finally retreated.I thought someone must have been hit, and I looked around, but no one was killed or injured.Squadron Captain Moriyama is talking to Second Lieutenant Ejima: Hey, Ejima!Where is the enemy? What a fool!As a squadron leader, he doesn't look at the enemy's situation, but lies on the ground like a soldier. This is also a squadron leader, and he is simply an untrustworthy boss! I have to think so.I have no confidence in the squadron leader. This twenty-five-year-old squadron leader is not to be underestimated, he seems to be particularly strict and arrogant.His lectures made us feel miserable, and he talked for a long time, which made us feel very uncomfortable.Because he lacks the ability to fully express his thoughts into words, he has to suspend his face for a long time after speaking a sentence, bite his lips in deep thought, and then rush to pull the words out of his throat, which is very time-consuming.Every time he lectures, he has to bite his lower lip with his teeth.However, the lower lip did not function like a pen barrel that sucked ink, and he still couldn't utter a word.His lectures were so dull that they bored us, and we didn't want to listen to him, but just looked at his poor lower lip. He is a small-minded, not detached diehard. Youth feels unreliable, unsettling.This understanding, through this battle, I feel has been clearly confirmed. The backpack seemed to be extremely heavy.As soon as we moved forward in the grass, we encountered a ditch, and crossed the ditch with a single log to continue moving forward.A soldier jumped out of the grass and called me: Hello! What? Here are your pears.Really tempting pears. Where did it come from? It's on the tree over there. I forgot about the fight and focused on the pear tree. For me at this moment, pears are more important than fighting.As soon as they heard about Lizi, the team members gathered together faster than they heard the team leader's call to assemble.Everyone forgot about fighting, thinking about picking many pears and eating them. With pears that almost burst our pockets, we climbed onto the embankment.The squad leader, Warrant Officer Uchiyama, was sitting in the grass and looking around. Captain, how about a pear? Well, it's delicious. He looked at it, but didn't eat it. He said he ate dates. It was time for the third team to move forward.Neither the situation nor the location of the squadron was known.Just as we were resting in the cotton field, smoking a cigarette and waiting for the reconnaissance results, violent bullets flew suddenly.That bullet was more intense than ever before, and I'm afraid it won't even happen in the future.The degree of intensity can almost be described as a torrential rain.The captain shouted in surprise: Get down!Before he finished speaking, the soldiers had already got down on the ground. How many times have I kissed the land today, and this kiss lasted for a while.The squad leader said that maybe the friendly army mistook us for the enemy.In this way, we must let the other party know that we are the Japanese army.Warrant Officer Uchiyama waved the flag tied to his gun out of the cotton field. But this approach is downright stupid.As soon as the enemy saw the flag, they fired more and more accurately.Ironically, the flag only serves the purpose of telling the enemy where we are so that the enemy can shoot adequately.The team leader hurriedly took back the national flag.We didn't shoot a single shot because we didn't know where the enemy was shooting.Just know that the enemy is ahead. The light machine gun came to the front.At this time, only the sound of ammonia was heard, and the machine gunner fell down.Another machine gunner.It is Dashan, Dashan who is about the same age as me. A few seconds later, Dashan fell down again covering his eyes.Enemy bullets hit the machine gun, rendering it useless.There was a hollow two meters behind me, and Noguchi squatted in it alone.This guy will pick the place well!I also wanted to duck into that depression, and backed off about half a meter, which I ended up not being able to do because of the bullets falling from the front, back, left, and right.Even this distance of only one meter cannot retreat.There was no other way, and he moved forward slowly on his stomach again, hiding his body in the cotton field.I am completely hopeless.It all depends on luck.The sun slowly sank into the earth, and as night approached, the enemy's fire slowed down.The team leader shouted: Back fifty meters! We scattered and ran back, backed up again, and arrived at the location of the fourth squadron. Swarms of mosquitoes flew around the fields like tornadoes.As if to hide something ugly, darkness covers everything. We left No. 4 Squadron in search of our own squadron position.Our growing uneasiness over the location of the squadron was obliged to muster in the spacious yard of a farmhouse.The squad leader went to contact the brigade headquarters.Exhausted and hungry, we lay staggered and talked to each other about the day's battle.At nine o'clock in the evening, the sound of machine guns rang out crazily, and countless bullets hit the wall behind us, making a deafening sound. We jumped up and down as if we had a bullet mechanism, but the squadron leader and squad leader were not there. No one to direct.The first unit is in front, the second unit is on the right, and the third unit is behind. Everyone discussed this to prevent enemy attacks. Maybe it's your own people beating your own people!I don't know who shouted. The tragedy of the 33rd Regiment and the 38th Regiment attacking each other in Taomatou Village is deeply engraved in our minds. Try blowing the horn! right!Blow the horn. Trumpeter!Trumpeter!The trumpeter was away, he was with the squadron leader. no way.Sing the military song! good idea!As soon as someone called out, someone began to sing. Here are five or six people from your hometown roaring and singing, but the intense gunfire suppressed the singing. We are determined to fight to the death.We no longer need a commander.Facing a common danger and having a common purpose, we have no conflict of opinion. After discussing the allocation of personnel, we wait for the enemy to attack. Be fully alert to the enemies behind! Is the machine gun loaded? Bombardiers, get ready! Have you all got your bayonets ready? The shouts of mutual admonition shuttled back and forth among the gunfire.We crouched among the narrow houses waiting for our chance.Bullets fly high. Amidst the uninterrupted sound of bullets, a torrential rain of bullets came from time to time.Noguchi quietly hid in the house. asshole!What an asshole! Second Lieutenant Nishihara approached, leaning against the wall on the right side of the house, staring in the darkness.After about thirty minutes, there was a shout. Attack!We hold our guns tight. How arrogant, dare to attack at night! Damn it, how about shooting him five or six grenade rounds? It will be troublesome if you accidentally injure the friendly army. How can it?Friendly troops are in the house. good!Then I hit. Dump grenades exploded in the dark. We searched in the dark for a while, trying to find the enemy, but we couldn't find it.只有激烈的子彈聲震耳欲聾，一個勁地刺激著我們的神經。過了一陣，既喚不起勇氣又感覺不到精神振奮的嗩吶似的喇叭聲響了起來，是敵人的喇叭。這讓我覺得有種滑稽感。槍聲、喊聲和喇叭聲在黑暗中相互吞噬著。估計有五六個敵人的大聲說話聲從黑暗中傳了過來。 Hello!是敵軍！小心點喲。 我端著槍站在左邊牆角處。一個敵人從前面過去了。在我這個位置用刀就能刺著他，但我心裡確實害怕。這是我一生當中第一次用刀刺人。我不禁蔑視起自己的膽怯，想刺出去。這時，西原少尉說：別刺！我幸好沒刺，停下了手。敵兵提著槍，左手拿著奪來的日本防毒面具，說著話從這裡過去。 儘管提醒過了，但還是有人把防毒面具和背包放在了路邊。那只防毒面具現在在敵人的手上，而且，防毒面具成了秘密武器。敵兵從西原少尉面前經過的時候，少尉用白天撿來的青龍刀砍了過去。但是，刀沒有碰到敵人的身體。敵兵機靈地轉了個身，用自動步槍亂射一通。我立刻開槍射擊。輕機槍手也端起輕機槍掃射一氣。一發也沒打中，敵人在黑暗中逃跑了。 這時的我似乎處於一種勇敢與恐懼、英雄主義與虛榮心相互交織在一起的情感狀態之中。所謂虛榮心，就是向戰友示威。我後悔自己為什麼沒能更大膽一些。在這場合，雖然我殺過一個敵兵，那也不是什麼了不得的事，重要而且有價值的是要具有敢於殺人的勇氣和無悔的心情。毫不卑怯的回憶！ 過了幾天，聽說西原少尉曾這樣對中隊長說：東（指東史郎。）怕那個敵人，沒用刀刺他。我用青龍刀砍他，距離太遠沒砍著。終於讓他帶著防毒面具逃掉了。 我背地裡抗辯說：少尉打算自己砍，命令我別刺。他竟然這樣卑鄙地為自己辯解。 少尉和我都是賊。 有人提醒說，敵人的夜襲一般在夜裡九點和凌晨三點。 夜裡九點的襲擊已經結束了，還得等待凌晨三點的。我們拚命地挖戰壕，在房屋厚厚的牆上開了槍眼，架好槍支嚴陣以待。 過了約一個小時，後方傳來敵兵的嘈雜聲。我們異常緊張起來，但敵人沒那麼照直過來。我們的神經為敵人即將再次進行的襲擊繃得緊緊的。 黑暗的寂靜中包含著某些殊死的決心。漫長的靜謐在持續，草蟲開始鳴叫出今人可憐的聲音，那是些沒被軍靴踩死的蟲子。它們不懂民族間的殺戮，在唱著它們和平的歌，對於我們來說，耳朵才是唯一可以依靠的東西。我們不發出一點聲響，也不放過任何一點聲音。 我們的命運由我們的耳朵掌握著。 這時聽到這樣的低語聲： 我們的中隊長放著我們這些部下的危險不管，自己躲在某個安全的地方了吧。How can this be?小隊長出去了還沒回來。大概兩個人都很安全吧。 果然，凌晨三點，不知在哪裡的友軍的機槍聲突然打破了死一樣的寂靜。死一般的黑夜甦醒了，再次成了死一般爭鬥的世界。一犬吠百犬應，輕重機槍一個接一個地吼叫起來，好像某處的中隊受到了敵人襲擊。敵人沒朝我們這邊過來。 三十分鐘後，又回到了令人窒息的寂靜的黑暗中。但是，敵人夜襲，瘤猶未足。他們就像對夜襲很感興趣似的，又像用許多棋子反覆進攻被逼進角落的老將一樣，約四點，敵人又來襲擊了。 但是，他們鬧鬧哄哄的襲擊沒給我軍帶來任何傷亡，只不過是徒然消耗彈藥。只是有一個士兵上廁所時，突然聽到許多槍聲，他跳進豎著刺刀槍的戰壕裡，被自己人的刺刀刺傷了大腿。但他在戰況報告中說是交戰中被敵人刺傷的。 拂曉，西原少尉、野口和本山三人走了出來。 東邊的天空露出魚肚白，我們舒了一口氣。對，舒了一口氣。我們從漫長的不能有絲毫鬆懈的緊張之中解放了。我們從狹小黑暗的盒子裡來到了寬敞明亮的地方，餓狼一樣的肚子好像一下子被填滿了，窘困的心情突然變得舒但而悠閒起來。我們從戰壕中收拾起沾滿被夜露浸濕的滿是泥土的槍支，給槍擦上油，準備應付接下來的又一次戰鬥。 早晨七點，出了一件怪事。 這是個意想不到的事態。狹窄的道路上一開始是一點點像蛇一樣彎彎曲曲的水，後來越流越多，混濁起來了。我們判斷不出是什麼水，水從道路上往田裡流，不，同時也往道路上流，滿滿一片，越流越大。我們望著越流越大的濁水，苦於不知怎麼辦是好。沒有人下命令。我們不知道該去哪裡。眼看著水就要把地面全部給淹沒了。我們選了個稍高的地方集合，我們的四周是一片混濁的汪洋。水淹的面積越來越大，水也越來越深。不一會兒，我們大概就無法動彈了。我們沒有地圖，也不知道該去哪裡。反正是不該待在這裡。這裡危險！ 我們不能不為中隊長的不負責任感到悲傷。這個不可信賴的中隊長！ 我們遭到了水攻。偵察隊軍官傳達了敵人破堤的經過，接著說我們應該上大堤避難。我們立刻背起背包，每兩人一組，相互搭著肩膀行動起來。水淹到膝蓋處。在田邊，我們的腳很難邁出，腳尖神經質般地探著落腳點，一點一點地移動。 到處都是可以放得下一頭豬大小的坑穴，我們對此必須極度地警惕。挖的不是豬圈，而是豬坑。我們在濁水中艱難地行走著。這時，中隊長正漠然地站在一座房屋的角落，一副慘兮兮的模樣，一種沒有履行好責任的恥辱使他的身影顯得很淒慘，神經質一樣的小人臉更讓人覺得他很可憐。 可憐的膽小鬼！卑鄙的東西！我們帶著這種鄙視的心理從茫然呆立在那裡的中隊長面前走過去。他渾身上下都受到了我們每一個人嚴厲目光的責難。 他完全失去了我們的尊敬。 沒有尊敬哪會有真正的統率力呢？ 只依賴於權力的統率不是真正的統率。 大堤上集合了一個大隊的人馬。這個大堤相當寬闊。 敵人的子彈打了過來，我們在另一側的斜坡挖起了戰壕。 搭起帳篷，潛入洞穴裡，我摸了摸還空著的肚子。從昨天早上起，一點東西還沒進去呢。水壺也空了，一滴水也沒有。 我努力過濾了一些泥水，但還是白費勁。遵照命令，我們開始了危險的摘梨子行動。敵人的子彈不斷地從遠處朝化作一片汪洋的田裡飛來。如果不能幸運地通過那裡，我們就無法走到梨樹跟前。 生命的糧食在死亡之地的對面。 各分隊分別派出兩名士兵，他們背起帳篷跳進了水裡。 毫無意義地嚴禁採摘樹上果實的中隊長，此刻是以怎樣的心情接受大隊長這項摘梨命令的呢？沒有一個人不在心裡蔑視這個膽小又頑固的年輕的中隊長。 只穿著一條褲衩的摘梨隊隊員很勇敢，一會兒潛入水裡，一會兒浮出水面，不停地朝梨樹游去。我們有大米，只是沒有時間來做飯。現在由於泥水和沒有柴火的原因，我們無法把米做成飯。因泥水而不能做飯，這是因為我們尚未從思想上完全成為野戰士兵。對火線上的士兵來說，不管是什麼東西，只要沒有毒都可以吃。必須改變對美和清潔的觀念。 吃，是最大的幸福，是最大的喜悅。 炮聲在遠處轟隆隆地響著。 雨開始下了起來，暮色出現了，低低地籠罩在河面上，籠罩在梨樹枝上，籠罩在大堤的草叢上。惟有河堤在一片大水中筆直地伸向遠處。 黑沉沉的夜只在地上留下轟隆隆的炮聲，把世界上的一切都覆蓋起來了。 黑暗一降臨，士兵們像田鼠似的從各處戰壕裡跳出來，開始方便起來。 黑夜使敵人的子彈變成了瞎子。 我們一邊在狹窄的戰壕中忍受著蚊子的襲擊，一邊膝對膝地擠在一起說著話。雨水從帳篷的縫隙中無聲地滴落到我們的膝上。首先，我們不能不從我們現在所處的位置談起。 位置的不明確使我們感到不安。既不能前進也不能後退，又是雨天的黑夜，還沒有吃的，這種狀況多少讓我們覺得心中沒底。談父親，談母親，談兄弟，談故鄉的風土人情；想念父親，想念母親，想念兄弟，想念故鄉的山河；蚊子不斷地來襲擊：攪得我們睡不著。 不知是誰在帳篷裡唱起了流行歌，歌聲爬過河堤流進了戰壕裡。這種時候的歌，不管是什麼樣的歌，都是帶著一種巨大的哀愁！ 炮聲不停地繼續響著。 河對面，爭鬥在雨中持續著，我們貪戀著僅有的一點點睡眠，突然，隨著機槍聲，河對岸響起了萬歲的喊聲喊聲擊打著我們的耳膜。 Hello!起來，起來！那是勝利的呼聲！ 祝福友軍的勝利，我們每一個人都點上了一支香煙。 為了他們的勝利，乾一杯！ 各人高高地舉起夾在手指間的一點星火，祝福他們的勝利。 嘩嘩流淌的河水在黑暗中奔走。 勝利的歡呼一結束，寂寞的沉默又來臨了。在這個世界上活著的只有這洶湧的流水聲。 遲起的太陽在雨中發出白色的光輝，我們短暫的人生中的一天過去了，人生中所剩不多的一天又來臨了。昨天，兩名士兵穿著褲衩被派往後方司令部聯絡，報告現狀，所以，這會兒裝甲艇來了。中午十一點，下達了前進命令，五名傷員用聯絡船送往後方，我們急忙背上背包整裝待發。乘工兵的船渡過河堤斷口處後，繼續前進。敵人自前天以來在河堤上挖了戰壕，而且挖得很精巧，巧得簡直是我們做不出來的。 我們在那種內地常見的樹木茂盛的風景中，一面吃著梨子一面前進。正行軍的時候，天又黑了下來。可以看見遠處燃燒的火，在黑暗中走著的我們，既搞不清方向也不知戰況怎樣，只是一味地朝前走。 在一個不知叫仗麼名字的地方開始宿營了。第二天凌晨四點，我所在的分隊負責偵察，出發去搜查一個村莊。我們這些偵察人員到達村莊時，天已大亮了。 村民們拿著日本國旗，集合有二三十人。 支那兵，有？No? 用生硬的支那話問了他們，但一點也沒弄清楚。我向一個農民要了一支香煙。 秋風瑟瑟地吹過，吹得河堤上的柳樹很可憐。看上去又有什麼地方的河堤被破壞了，兩邊充滿了混濁的河水。照我們的看法，處於這種狀態的農田，今後恐怕兩三年都會顆粒無收。 善良的農民太可憐了。 於是，兇神惡煞的敵人為善良的農民所憎恨。柳樹蔭下浮著兩隻木船，上面坐著難民，他們在向我們說著什麼。前進了一陣兒，看見難民兩男兩女帶著孩子坐在草叢中，正煮著黏黏糊糊的稀粥似的東西。 我們雖然空著肚子，沒吃早飯也沒吃午飯，但髒兮兮的鍋裡的粥一點也勾不起我們的食慾。河堤上堆放著花生，我們就把帶著青酸味的生花生撂進了嘴裡，勉強填飽了肚子。 這些饑餓、疲勞、疾病等，一切都被前進的命令擊得粉碎，必須咬緊牙關，奔赴戰場！ 楊柳的枝葉在秋風中悠然搖曳。天空沒有一絲雲彩。清澈的碧空！清純的無邊無際的深遂的蒼天！無限遼闊的覆蓋大地的天空！ 我們一面從這個純粹的世界上採摘能使血液充滿活力的新鮮的食物，一面邁步前進。 我們又碰到了被破壞的河堤，停留了約三個小時，光著上身，頭頂裝備，渡過了有五十米寬的水流很急的大河。我們到了河堤斷口處，不一會兒又看見了一個河堤斷口。多麼執拗的斷口！ 就像敵人執拗地斷開河堤一樣，我們執拗地要割斷他們的血管。他們給予我們的痛苦，他們要連本帶息地予以償還。 我們就這樣到達了念祖橋鎮。念祖橋也遭到了破壞，交通癱瘓，不得不等待工兵的搶修。工兵們光著上身急匆匆地在架橋。 他們的神速就意味著勝利的神速。 我在陰涼地的石頭上坐著，讓沉重的身體獲得休息。在這裡，我得到了忘記疲勞、忘記饑餓的喜悅。我這麼說，是因為我看到了橫山淳君的身影，他用強壯的肩膀精神抖擻地扛著用來架橋的木材。 出征以來第一次遇到這位親愛的朋友。 他是個努力幹活的人，為人誠實憨厚，有朝氣。他是伍長。我拍著他寬闊的肩膀，我們相互望著對方精神的模樣，抽著煙說了聲多保重，就告別了。 一會兒，架橋作業結束，繼續前進。 像一件行李似的部隊充斥在念祖橋鎮荒涼的村子裡。他們的目光都在眺望著遙遠的東西，好似某種虛無縹緲的意志在催促著他們。他們已經機械化了。上司的命令就是他們的意志。命令使他們的血肉之軀做出各種行動。房屋裡也一片狼藉。軍馬的碩大屁股在屋簷下排成一行，半個身體堵住了屋內。馬糞和人糞不分地方地散落得到處都是，不斷散發出惡臭，不小心就沾滿一腳。車輛、馬匹和部隊混在一起，一路上發出亂糟糟的嘈雜聲。 這是一個除了車輛聲和腳步聲之外沒有人聲的沉重的激流。 這支激流不久大概又會在什麼地方碰到巖石，又會散亂開來，又去戰鬥。一切障礙大概都會被這支激流沖垮蕩荊他們都是鬥士。 紅紅的太陽照著大地。我們的身體像濾水機一樣不停地噴出汗水。大家都耷拉著腦袋，望著前面士兵的腳後跟默默地往前走。 Hello!支那的烏鴉也是黑的嗎？我看見幾隻烏鴉，說了一句。接著又默默地朝前走。只有這一句話是我可以帶著感動之情說出的。 從沉重痛苦的隊伍的激流中，不時地像漸漸瀝瀝的小雨一樣流出一些話來，還不休息嗎、真熱、真苦死了、堅持妝等等，可謂怨聲載道，但又被堅固的軍靴踏得粉碎。